suffusing his cheeks. He was deeply humiliated.

"Young man, if you call that good sense," rumbled the deep voice
of John Carmody, "then I don't agree with you. You condemn
Darrin-----"

"Who is speaking?" roared Lieutenant Cantor.

"My name is John Carmody," returned the planter, coolly.

"Then be good enough to remain silent," commanded Cantor.

"Since I'm on a government boat," retorted the planter, "I suppose
I may as well do as I'm ordered. But at some other time I shall
air my opinion of you, young man, as freely as I please."

Lieutenant Cantor bit his lips, then gave the order to proceed
to the appointed rendezvous.

As Cantor's launch neared Dalzell's steamer, the lieutenant ordered
a rocket sent up. From away over on the horizon an answering
rocket was seen.

Forty minutes later the "_Long Island_" lay to close by. Cantor's
launch was the first to go in alongside.

"Were you successful?" hailed the voice of the executive officer
from the bridge.

"Ensign Darrin was, sir," Cantor replied, through the megaphone.